Chapter 10
Buse, Nevada
Evie
I was in the kitchen setting up the trays of food when Angel came and found me.
“What are you doing in here? I thought everything was already set up for tonight and you were going to get dressed with us?” the bubbly woman lightly scolded.
“I just had to finish one thing,” I told her, arranging a tray of last-minute cookies. I was worried we wouldn’t have enough variety, so I made a few extra batches of cranberry white chocolate chunks with pecans at the last minute.
Following Angel upstairs to the room where she and Reaper stayed when they overnighted at the Clubhouse, I found Amelia already inside setting up her beauty supplies. Curling irons, makeup kits, and hordes of clothes were stacked on the bed like we were all about to prepare for war. The kind that took no prisoners and showed no mercy. In other words, the war of the sexes.
“Are you ready to get ready?” the beautiful blonde queried like an announcer at a boxing match.
I giggled at her playfulness and handed her a tray of still-warm cookies straight out of the oven. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
* * *
Bishop
I glanced in the corner of the room where an ancient Grandfather clock told me it was already past six. The women must be setting up the food while we were all busy with Church. That would mean Evie was here. Just the thought of my girl made my pulse race and my dick get hard.
Try as she might to say this wasn’t happening, I knew otherwise. Our relationship started tonight. And it wasn’t just going to be a hit-and-run, either. I wanted to make Evie my Old Lady. I’d never been so sure of anything in my entire life. Now all I had to do was convince her of that.
Ox, our Club Enforcer, had started the pig roasting hours ago. When I’d been outside earlier, my mouth had watered at the rich aroma of the meat slow-cooking over an open flame. But even more exciting than the food was that my girl would be here to enjoy it with me. My body hungered for her even more than it did the epic feast we were all getting ready to dig into.
“Are we in agreement then?” Reaper, our Club President, checked.
My head snapped up and back to the present. The fantasy of undressing my girl in front of a crackling fire occupied my thoughts so much that I’d lost track of what my Club president was even saying.
“Remember,” Reaper added, “This vote decides whether or not we allow the Vipers into the Clubhouse for future parties. We might have buried the hatchet between their MC and ours, but I know some of us still have good reason to want to keep them out permanently.”
I didn’t care either way. I had no issues with the Vipers, but I knew why some of the Riders would cast a no vote. A few years back, before I’d even patched into the Club, one of their boys had gotten drunk and disrespected two of our members’ Old Ladies. That shit didn’t stand with the Devils. If my Brothers didn’t want the Vipers to cross over the threshold of our MC, I’d one hundred percent back them up on that decision.
“Before we vote,” Ox spoke up then, “can I recommend an amendment to the proposition?”
“Sure thing, Brother,” Reaper allowed.
“In respect to those members whose women were insulted,” Ox said, “I suggest that King be banned for life. He’s the man who started this shit. He’s the one who should have to pay for it.”
“That’s a good point,” Reaper acknowledged. “New vote. If you want to invite the Vipers to our next Club party, minus King, who would be banned for life, raise your hand.”
Since that sounded reasonable, and the majority of my Brothers agreed, I voted to allow the Vipers to reenter the fold. Life was too short to hold unnecessary grudges. King, however, could fuck all the way off. He didn’t deserve to come back to this Clubhouse after his epic disrespect.
“All those opposed?” Reaper asked.
Only a few Brothers raised their hands. I was surprised to see German as one of them. Bomb, not so much. My Brother Bomb had never met a grudge he didn’t want to adopt or avenge. The man was straight-up feral and loved a good fight. Most of us did, but Bomb went looking for them every day of the week.
Reaper nodded. “It’s settled then. The Vipers are welcome back to the Club. I’ll personally reach out to their President tomorrow and let him know what we’ve decided. Does anyone else have any business they’d like to address?”
When no one spoke up, Reaper slammed his gavel. “You’re dismissed. Grab some drinks, food, and ass at the party. I know what I’m starting with first.”
The men guffawed and headed out of the room. On my way out, Pipe stopped me. “Hey, Bishop. Got a second?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, as the room cleared out until it was just the two of us remaining.
I noticed Pipe was holding a flash drive. He slipped it into the palm of my hand. “It ain’t pretty, Brother,” he kindly prefaced. “That girl hasn’t had it easy. I’m damn impressed she’s come this far with shit parents like hers.”
My palms began to sweat. “Give me the cliff notes version,” I demanded. I’d wait until later to do the deep dive. Right now, I wanted to know what I was up against.
“Well, for starters,” Pipe began, “her dad’s a professional felon. He’s still doing time upstate for attempted murder. He’s a lifer with a laundry list of crimes stemming from drugs, theft, and domestic violence, just to name a few. His offenses go back decades, and he even has one in Utah that’s still pending.”
My gut clenched at that last item mentioned. Domestic violence. Had he hurt Evie? If he had, I’d make the motherfucker pay. He was on the inside, so I might not be able to get to him personally, but I knew enough people in the system now to get to him via other means.
“What about her mom?” I hoped that she’d at least had the stability of a mother in her life when she was growing up. God knew it was the only thing that had saved me from utter ruin.
“Drug addict. In and out of court-ordered rehab,” Pipe explained. “She’s currently MIA with seven warrants for a slew of crimes mainly related to her habit.”
Fuck me! That must have been awful to live through. My poor girl had seen the dark side of life from an early age. No child should have that kind of upbringing. It broke my heart to think of her suffering or going without. Every kid deserved better than that.
I thanked my Brother and tucked the flash drive into my pocket for later. “I appreciate this, man.”
Pipe nodded and walked out of the room. With only one thing on my mind, I headed straight for the kitchen hoping to find Evie busily toiling within. When she wasn’t there, I went outside to see if she was setting up the food tables.
I could smell the roasting meat cooking as soon as I stepped into the front yard. The fire was already roaring and beckoning people to circle around it. I could see a few of my Brothers dotting the circumference of the flames and I decided to join them.
“The pig will be ready in about ten minutes,” Hawk informed me, as I approached the warmth of the firepit.
“Good, I’m starving.” I loved being outside in the fresh air after so many months of being cooped up.
A bikini-topped girl from the Club’s strip club, The Happy Ending, strolled up to us then with a brimming tray of beers. “You want something, Bishop?” she offered salaciously. The only thing I wanted from her was the bottle of Bud balanced on her tray.
I snagged one and twisted the cap off. Realizing how thirsty I was, I slugged down a third of the bottle. Standing there, the stripper watched me closely, waiting for me to decide if I’d require more from her. When she realized I wasn’t interested in anything other than getting a good buzz on, she moved on to the adjoining crowd of men.
“Where’s Angel and Amelia?” I posed to Reaper and Hawk, who were griping about women always being late for shit.
Hawk sighed. “The girls are getting ready for the party in Reaper’s room. It’s now a part of their “pre-party ritual”, I’ve been told,” he said with air quotes.
That must be where Evie was. I bet Angel had invited her to join them while getting ready. That made me smirk behind my beer. I liked the idea of my girl getting along with the other Old Ladies. It would give her a sense of belonging in the Club outside of me, and make her feel more at home at times I had to be away.
Polishing off my first bottle, I secured two more as another stripper came by with a tray. I figured I’d have one ready and waiting for Evie as soon as she and the other women joined us. It never hurt to be hospitable, right?
After twenty more minutes had passed, I checked my phone to see if there were any text messages. There were several. Naked tits and ass shots from various girls at the party trying to get my attention. Several were from Cici. One was a video.
When I pressed play on the video, I saw she was fully naked. Her legs were spread wide, and she was fingering her wet pussy, graphically detailing how ready for me she was. Though I had it on mute, I could practically hear the squelching noises as she worked herself over.
I’m not going to lie. It was definitely a turn-on. But not enough to ignore what I really wanted. Evie. The girl who I intended to get to know in more ways than just how hard she liked her ass spanked or where on her body she liked me to blow my load. Though I desperately wanted to learn those things about my girl, too.
“She does get fucking wetter than a Greek fountain, doesn’t she?” German said, startling me out of my musings.
Damn! The man was a panther. I hadn’t even heard him approach until he’d spoken.
Tucking my cell back into my pocket, I shrugged and quipped, “Every girl I fuck gets wet. It’s my special talent!”
German chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, Pretty Boy. We both know that your face does most of the work for you.”
“My face, my tongue, my hands, my dick,” I shot back. “I’m a man of many talents.”
German rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Pretty Boy.”
“You can keep her,” I added, wanting to clear the air here and now about Cici. “I’m done with the woman. I mean it, Brother. She’s nothing but grief to any man who touches her.”
“All women are,” German returned with a grim expression on his face.
“Just wanted to let you know where I stood, is all,” I spoke pragmatically. “Didn’t want there to be any confusion about the woman.”
“Calm down, Bishop. I’m just riding the bitch. I’m not marrying her. She knows that. I can’t say I wasn’t surprised when she came onto me though. I thought Cici didn’t have eyes for anyone but you. Fuck man, she let you bang her sister at the same time as you were plowing her! Figured you’d at least keep her around for a while considering how amenable she was to a deviant like yourself.”
I snorted. “Cici might say she’s into me, but I know she just wants the title of Old Lady. Ain’t no way that’s happening with me though. I’ve told her that over and over again.”
“Yeah, you don’t seem like the settle-down type of guy,” German observed.
I frowned. “When the right girl comes along, I will be.”
German stared at me hard, assessing my words. “You with someone, Junior?”
Damn, the man for being so perceptive. I shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
German laughed and gulped the last sip from his bottle. “Sure. You’re just saying. I know what that means. You’re fucked like the rest of them!”
Done with this conversation, I tossed my bottle into a bin of empties. “Yeah, and now I’m just saying I need to take a piss. See you later, asshole!”
Having downed two beers in short succession, I needed to step off into the dark to drain the main vein. Circling around back where I could have some privacy, I lowered my zipper and took a leak.
Resting my head against the cool brick, I suddenly felt a pair of soft hands with sharp, red nails encircle my middle. Dropping my dick, I grabbed those familiar hands and spun around.
As soon as I was facing Cici, I asked, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The sultry blonde let loose a throaty laugh and ignored my pointed question. “Did you get my video? I made it earlier just for you.”
“Yeah,” I returned, trying to get control of my temper. “And I meant what I said to you in the kitchen. I’m done with us, Cici. It’s over. Stop sending me texts and videos. I’m not interested in picking up where we left off.”
The blonde’s heavily made-up face stormed over momentarily before she pasted that fake seductive smile back onto her cherry-red lips. I’d never realized it before, but Cici practically put her makeup on with a trowel. And though it technically looked good, I realized I preferred a more natural look these days. Healthy skin. Clean to the touch. Freckles exposed like they’d just stepped out of the shower with only the barest touch of color here or there to enhance her beauty. In other words, Evie.
“Daniella is here,” Cici purred into my ear, stroking her fingernails along the exposed flesh of my lower abdomen. “She says she wants to party with us tonight.” Inching closer, she lowered her voice and whispered, “I know you like to watch us take care of one another, and then take care of you, Bishop. Why don’t you let us suck you off, baby? I know how much you like it when we take turns.”
To my disgust, I could feel my cock swelling with excitement. I’m not proud of it, but I’m human and hadn’t fucked anyone since before prison. That was six months ago. These days, all it took was a stiff breeze and my dick was rock hard and at the ready. I hadn’t meant to let my desires go unchecked, but there was no denying I’d been celibate for far too long to think clearly. And the idea of two women, good-looking twins at that, taking turns sucking me off, definitely revved my engine.
“Mmm,” Cici rumbled low in her throat when she looked down and saw my cock rising. “I know how you like it when I spit on the head and get it nice and sloppy before I stick it in my tight pussy. You want me to do that now, baby?”
Shit. I was two beers deep and horny as fuck. If I didn’t get this under control soon, I was going to regret my choices. Before I could push her away, Cici gripped my cock and began to expertly pump it up and down. It felt amazing, but my gut twisted with disgust.
“Cici,” I shouted in protest.
Just as I looked up, I saw Evie’s shocked face looking back at me. It was the last face I wanted to see in this moment as the horror of what it meant suddenly washed over me.
Cici whipped around, my dick still in her grip as she said, “Do you mind? We’re kind of busy here!”
* * *
Evie
Most of the men were standing around the fire when we finally showed up outside.
“I see Reaper,” Angel said, a blinding smile of joy spreading across her lips.
“And he’s standing right beside Hawk,” Amelia added, a grin to rival Angel’s lighting up her lovely face.
“It looks like Hammer has joined them too,” Angel noted. “It seems that he was asking Reaper about you the other night, Evie. If things don’t work out between you and Bishop, you aren’t without your options.”
“Bite your tongue!” Amelia spat back. “I’m already planning their wedding on Pinterest in two years” time and what their children are going to look like. I’m assuming twin girls. That ought to serve my brother right for his disgusting, philandering ways!”
Angel busted out laughing. “Let his sins haunt him through his female descendants, right?”
I blushed at their frank talk. “Please don’t say anything to Matty. I don’t want him to think I’m his crazy stalker planning our futures together without ever having gone on a single date.”
Both women promised to be good as we joined the circle around the fire. Angel introduced me to those Brothers I hadn’t met yet, and a scantily clad Club girl came around and gave us beers. I noticed Angel discreetly hand hers over to Reaper, on account of her pregnancy.
“These cookies are amazing,” Hammer complimented as he wolfed down his fifth. “I love the chocolate chunks on top! They’re like little bites of heaven.”
The biker was eating the double-stuffed peanut butter buddies with Hershey Kiss centers. Always a crowd pleaser. “I’m glad you’re enjoying them. They’re my favorite, too.”
Ox, the Club Enforcer, raised his hand because his mouth was full. After swallowing the entire cookie he’d shoved in his mouth, he said, “Me three. I fucking love everything peanut butter flavored!”
There were murmurs of agreement around the fire as I glanced over at the table where the desserts were starting to run low. I made a few extra batches last night just in case this happened and was grateful now for my over-planning ways.
“I’m going to go replenish the trays of cookies. I’ll be right back,” I told the crowd, before tossing my now-empty beer into the bin.
“I need a refill on my water so I’ll go with you,” Angel said, tagging along and chatting about how glad she was I was able to make it here tonight.
We went to the kitchen and I began loading a tote full of cookies to replenish the trays. Angel needed to make a quick pit stop to the bathroom and told me that she’d meet me back here in five minutes. I collected the refill bags of cookies to disperse at the varied tables and noticed the trash bin was overflowing.
The OCD freak in me decided to change the trash while I waited for Angel to return and place the garbage outside so that it wouldn’t start to stink up the place.
When I stepped outside and turned the corner where the dumpster was located, I got an eyeful of the unexpected. Matty, the man whose sister had just been teasing me about marrying only minutes ago, was seemingly getting a handjob from one of the blonde twins against the stone wall near the dumpster.
In what I could only assume were the throes of passion, he called out the woman’s name, which I now unfortunately learned was “Cici”!
In shock over what I’d stumbled into, I audibly gasped. Both parties turned toward me then and we all just stared at one another for several uncomfortable heartbeats.
I’d been such a fool. Again. I’d let my mind play tricks on me. To allow me to fantasize about a fairytale ending between me and the handsome biker. But the truth was fairytales didn’t exist. People don’t change. Bad boys just grew up to become bad men in attractive packaging. You’d think I’d know better by now. I guess I was just a slow learner and deserved this harsh lesson.
After several silent, tense seconds ticked by, the attractive woman hissed, “Do you mind? We’re kind of busy here!”
Not knowing how the fuck I should respond to the turmoil going on in and around me, I stammered, “Sorry. Um, can you just throw this away when you”re done,” before I tossed the heavy black bag at them.
I ran in the opposite direction before it even had a chance to land. Mortified for acting like such a child, I sprinted into the kitchen where Angel was waiting for me. She took one look at my flushed face and shocked expression and immediately knew something was wrong.
“Is everything okay?” she posed, her water bottle clutched tightly in her hands. “You look like I did after Reaper had taken me to my first horror movie.”
Grabbing up my satchel of cookies, I forced a smile onto my numb lips. “Everything’s fine. I’ve just never seen such a huge pile of garbage in all my life. I’m over it now. Let’s go back to the party and give the men their desserts.”
Angel didn’t pry. She simply frowned in confusion as I led her out of the kitchen. Maybe I was an asshole, but I think I had a right to be. Turning, I locked the outside door before we left.
* * *
Bishop
The trash bag slammed onto the ground with a loud smashing sound. The plastic ripped open at the corner and spilled out and around our feet.
“What the fuck!” Cici shouted as the smelly, dark liquid seeped onto her expensive pumps.
Moving her away from me, I swiftly did up my pants. I couldn’t believe my goddamned luck! Of all the people to step out of that doorway and find me with Cici, it had to be Evie. Goddamned Wild! Fuck my life!
“Where are you going?” Cici screamed at my back. “We aren’t done here, Bishop!”
I ignored her and headed straight for the back door of the kitchen. Reaching for the handle, I gave it a hard twist.
“Fuck!” I shouted, thwarted by a slip of a girl who’d so easily predicted my next move. Evie had locked me out!
Looping around the building, I ran toward the parking lot where I knew she was headed. I might not know Evie well, but I was certain her next move would be to try and silently escape without directly discussing this unfortunate miscommunication.
Well, that wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. Not ever. Instinctively, I knew if she left, she’d never come back again. I owed it to both of us to tell her the truth about how I felt so we could give this relationship a real chance.
I saw her car in the parking lot as I approached. My heartbeat slowed and I relaxed some. She wasn’t gone. I could still fix this.
Leaning against her driver’s side window, I waited. A few minutes later, I saw her circling the Clubhouse, purse in hand, hurrying toward her car. Frantically searching through her bag for her keys, she looked up and stopped dead.
Resigned to the fact that she couldn’t outrun me, she threw back her shoulders and walked stiffly in my direction. I could see anger and disappointment written all over her lovely face as she took each measured step.
When Evie was only a few feet away, she sighed dramatically. “Excuse me, I need to get into my car. I’m going home.”
Arms crossed, I slowly shook my head. “We need to talk first.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she argued. “You can do whatever you want with whoever you want, Bishop. It’s none of my business.”
She tried to act casual as she said this, but her expressive green eyes told me differently. They broadcast that she’d been cut to the bone by my seemingly careless actions. The use of my Club name and not my family one had a similar effect on me. To earn back her trust, I needed to prove I was the man she needed. Not the one she needed to run from.
“Matty,” I reminded her, chucking her chin up so she couldn’t look down at her feet. “And I promise you, Evie, nothing was going on between Cici and me. It looked like there was, but it was just a misunderstanding, Babe.”
Anger filled her eyes then. “Stop lying to me! What else could you have been doing? Playing an intense game of hide and go seek with your penis and her hands? Give me a break, Bishop! I might be naive, but I’m not stupid.”
If I wasn’t so pissed about the whole fucked up situation, I would have laughed at the Greek-level tragedy we were currently embroiled in. But, as it currently stood, the stakes were too high to find any humor in this scenario.
“Full transparency, Evie. I was taking a leak when Cici snuck up behind me and tried to jerk me off. She knows I’m done with her ass and she’s not happy about it. She caught me by surprise tonight and tried to get in my pants. On the name of my Club, Babe, I told her I wasn’t interested and it was all over. And I meant it.”
“You’re done with her?” Evie repeated disgustedly. “Just like you’ll be done with me as soon as you get me into bed. When you decide once is enough and you’re onto the next gullible woman who stupidly stumbles across your path.”
Shit. That’s not what I meant, but I could understand why she’d heard it that way. “First off, once would never be enough with you,” I spoke earnestly. “But, after what you saw, I can understand why you’d believe that’s what I meant.”
Her expression changed from angry to suspicious at my suddenly reasonable tone. “Fine. Whatever. I’m going home. Do what you want. It doesn’t concern me either way.”
Evie tried to scoot past me and unlock her driver’s side door, but I wasn’t having it. Plucking the keys out of her hand, I dangled them over her head out of reach. “You’re not driving anywhere,” I told her.
Evie jumped up to try and steal back her keys. But it was no use. I was too tall and she was too short. However, watching her large tits bounce invitingly up and down as she worked to take them back was really doing it for me. My cock stiffened painfully against my zipper, and I had to discreetly shift myself so the metal teeth didn’t leave a permanent impression on my skin.
“Give me back my keys,” she demanded, hands angrily set atop her hips.
“No,” I refused. “You’re pissed and you’ve been drinking. What kind of man would I be if I let you drive home in that condition?”
It was then that I got a really good look at my girl. I’d been so distracted by my screwup, that I’d missed it before. She’d added soft highlights and lowlights throughout the magnificent chestnut mane of hers. It was subtle but incredibly hot. She’d also had a few angles cut in the front that framed her heart-shaped face to perfection.
Nothing about her hair or makeup was too different from how she normally wore it, but I recognized my sister’s handiwork when I saw it. Amelia had something to do with this transformation. I”d bet on it.
Evie bit her bottom lip and my dick jumped almost as high as she’d done only moments before. “I’m fine. I only had a few cocktails with the girls. And a beer.” I gave her a knowing stare and she caved. “Three drinks total over a two-hour period. Plus, I ate,” she defensively pointed out.
“You’re not driving,” I repeated, running my fingers through a soft strand of her thick mane. “It’s my job to keep you safe.”
Evie’s green gaze grew serious. “The only one I need to keep safe from is you.”
I felt her pain slice through me like a knife. Reaching out, I drew her into my arms. “I’d never hurt you, Babe. You know that, right? I meant what I said. I want this to work.”
She resisted me at first but soon relaxed into my arms. “I don’t know that,” she answered, sadness and mistrust sheltering behind her innocent, wounded, gaze.
I wanted nothing more than to dispel her fears and make her feel safe with me. Unfortunately, so far, I’d only managed to do the opposite. First by meeting her while doing time in prison. Then later, with Cici.
“Let me prove it to you then. Let me tell you a secret,” I offered, hoping to start that trust here and now by confiding in her so she’d do the same with me in the future. “Do you want to hear it?” No one could resist the offer of a secret. Could they?
Evie looked dubious. “A secret? What about?”
“Not so fast,” I said, deciding I wanted to bargain a little with this important info. “If I share my secret with you, you have to share one back with me,” I bartered slyly.
After thinking it over, Evie agreed. “Fine. A secret for a secret. Let’s hear it.”
Lowering my head to her ear, I whispered, “I haven’t slept with anyone since we met, Evie. I waited for you because you’re the only one I want to be with. No one else.”
Evie sucked in a breath as I rubbed my throbbing erection as proof against the front of her tight, black pants.
“Your turn,” I said, rimming the shell of her ear with my tongue suggestively. That was only a taste of what I was going to do the moment I took her upstairs and ripped every stitch of fabric off of her curvy as fuck body.
Shivering at my touch, Evie whispered back, “I… I’ve never been with anyone before.”
I stilled, not thinking I’d heard her right. “Evie, are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?
She nodded. Pausing, she took a deep breath and admitted shyly, “I’m a virgin.”
An electric jolt of pleasure shot through me, and my dick stiffened to the consistency of a fucking steel rod. Lord knew I didn’t deserve such a thing, but I loved the idea of being her first. Of being the only man who she’d ever let touch her.
Lifting Evie into my arms, I spun her around, so her back was now flush up against the car and I was in total control. Her legs opened wide, inviting me inside. My cock found her center like a homing device and began to grind against her soft mound.
Our mouths collided. My tongue broke through the seal of her pretty, pink lips, seeking its mate. My hands squeezed her tiny waist, pinning her in place as I smashed my throbbing erection against her needy clit.
When she whimpered at the rough contact, I said, “Tell me you want me to be the first inside of you, Evie. Fuck, Babe. I need to hear it!”
Evie pulsed forward, seeking more contact to alleviate the nagging tension building inside of her. “I… can’t,” she ground out, but her body ignored her words and kept thrusting wantonly against mine.
Her arms were wrapped around my neck and her head was resting against the car. With eyes pinched closed, she was clearly trying to shut me out of her thoughts. But I wasn’t going to allow it. I needed my girl to see what I was doing to her. I couldn’t wait to explode into that tight as fuck cunt of hers the moment I felt her pussy walls choking my dick. That was my idea of heaven. And I wouldn’t be denied.
I let her rub up against me a few more times before I commanded, “Open your eyes, Evie. I want you to look at me when I make you come.”
Her beautiful green eyes popped open and tried to focus on mine through her haze of lust. “We shouldn’t do this,” she denied me a second time.
My hand reached between our bodies, and I began rubbing her clit directly. “Why not?” I pressed her, feeling her resolve bend to the point of snapping. “Don’t you want to feel my cock inside of you?”
“I do,” she admitted, her mind and brain in a titanic battle of wills. “But I’m afraid.”
My hand cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. “What are you afraid of?”
“That you’ll get rid of me the moment something better comes along,” she confessed.
“Not possible,” I told her. “There isn’t anything better than you, Evie.”
Sweeping her into my arms, I took my girl around to the passenger side door. Depositing her inside, I buckled her in and slipped into the driver’s seat.
“What are you doing?” Evie asked me as I inserted the key into the ignition.
“You said you wanted to go home. You had too much to drink, so I’m going to drive you there,” I explained.
Evie shook her head. “What about the party?”
“You told me you wanted to leave. I’m respecting that,” I reminded her.
I put the car into reverse. It was a piece of shit beater that I was going to have to replace ASAP. No way my girl drove something this unsafe. I could see her in a Jeep or another sporty-type vehicle. I’d have to check in with Hammer in the morning to see what the shop had available until I found something that fit her personality.
Once beyond the gate, I took a left toward her apartment. Evie gave me a questioning stare. “You don’t even know where you’re going.”
I grinned back at her. “Babe, you can’t be that naive.”
She flushed. “You know where I live? How? Did you check into me or something?”
“Fuck yes, I checked into you,” I freely admitted. “As soon as I got out of Cantiville, I found out all I could about you. I felt like I’d won the goddamned lottery when I didn’t have to hunt you down and you walked into my Club the night of my party.”
Evie looked down at her lap. “I was shocked to see you, too. I’d never guessed that it was your party that Angel had asked me to help cater.”
I placed my hand on her thigh and squeezed. “The universe keeps putting us together, Babe. I think we ought to listen to it.”
Evie didn’t seem convinced. “Is that so?”
“It is. In fact, our kids are going to love the story when we tell them about it one day,” I teased her.
Evie rolled her eyes. “Our kids, huh? How many are we talking about?”
“Well, I’m one of five, so we’ve got to have at least that many, or my mom is going to be pissed,” I explained.
“Five!” she repeated in shock.
“At least,” I clarified.
Evie snorted. “I suppose you want them to all be boys, too.”
“Nope, I want girls. I was raised by my mom and around four sisters. Girls are what I know.”
“I’ve noticed,” she retorted, giving me some world-class side-eye.
I laughed and turned left onto the main road. “Hey! I think I’d make a great dad!”
“I think you would, too. I bet you’d love those little girls and keep them safe,” Evie said earnestly.
I was glad she thought so. “You want kids?” This time, I wasn’t teasing her.
She shrugged. “I don’t know if I trust this world enough to bring them into it.”
“You got me now, Babe,” I assured her. “It’s my job to worry about that.”
Evie looked at me like she wanted to believe what I was saying, but wasn’t sure if she could.
“Do you need anything at the store before we go home?” I asked, slipping in the fact that I was going with her.
A delicate brow rose. “We?”
“Last chance,” I said, driving past the only convenience store that would still be open at this time of night.
“I don’t need anything,” she finally grumbled.
When I pulled into her apartment complex, I tried to swallow my anger. This place was a dump. I wasn’t going to let Evie stay here any longer than was necessary. As soon as I could convince her to move, she was out of this hellhole for good.
Parking the beater in an empty space outside her apartment, I cut the engine. Hopping out of the car, I opened her door and helped her out. The second she found her feet, my lips found hers and I kissed her like I was a drowning man, and she was my sole supply of fresh, clean oxygen.
Evie stood on her tiptoes to meet my kiss. I smiled, wondering if she would be this receptive the moment we were behind closed doors.
Reluctantly pulling away, I ushered her toward her shoebox-sized apartment. As soon as I did, I could see Evie was starting to get nervous. I needed to reassure her that I was willing to go at whatever speed she wanted. She was worth the wait. I just wanted to be with her. No strings attached.
“Come on, Babe. Show me around your place,” I encouraged, handing her the keys and the ability to make the final decision on the matter.
After several moments of hesitation, Evie nodded and led me through the front door of her apartment.
* * *
Evie
I was smarter than this. I shouldn’t let him inside my place. But to be honest, I didn’t want to be alone. Tonight, or in life in general. And that’s what I felt most days. Alone. Without. But tonight I had a chance to change all that, and it was the most enticing offer I”d ever been tempted by in my life.
It was nice to have someone to talk to. Matty was a great conversationalist, too. He was smart, funny, and a good listener. The biker had far more going for him than any one man should.
“Do you want something to drink?” I asked, setting my purse on the kitchen table.
“Whatcha got?” Matty inquired, leaning against the counter as those gorgeous aqua eyes followed my every move.
Checking the fridge, I realized I didn’t have anything but milk and water. And the milk expired last week.
Hopefully, he wasn’t fussy. “I haven’t gone shopping recently. I hope water works for you.”
Bishop grinned. “Water’s good.”
I poured both of us a tall glass from the pitcher in the fridge. Handing his over, I said, “I’m running a little low on supplies. Sorry.”
“Evie, I just got out of a prison where clean water wasn’t always a guarantee. I’m not complaining about anything you choose to give me. I’m just happy you invited me inside.”
The double entendre wasn’t lost on me. I wasn’t sure what I was “choosing” to give the man or if I could even “let him inside” for that matter. I just liked being with him. It was fucked up, bad timing, and poor judgment all rolled into one terrible decision burrito. But, deny it all I wanted, it was how I felt.
Matty took me by the hand. “Come on, Babe. Give me a tour of your place.”
There wasn’t much to show. The apartment had all the basic amenities that the law required and was roughly the size of a matchbox. If we walked ten feet in any direction, he’d have seen the whole apartment in under a minute. At least I’d cleaned this morning. I would have been even more embarrassed of my place if it was small and dirty.
When I came to the bedroom, I waved my hand inside. “That’s my bedroom and the end of the tour. As you can tell, my place isn’t exactly a mansion.”
Matty grinned that sexy grin of his and tugged me inside. “You had me worried there for a second. I was beginning to think you were Amish until I saw that ancient TV.”
I frowned. “It might be old, but it’s a perfectly respectable TV. Besides, I’m so busy, I don’t get a lot of time to watch it.”
He laughed. “Perfectly respectable? I had a better box in the pen, and it was provided by the state! What year is that anyway? Ninety-nine? Be honest. Did they make it before or after the turn of the century?”
I rolled my eyes. “It works. That’s all I care about.”
Matty kicked off his shoes and said, “All right. Prove it,” before settling onto the left side of the mattress.”
I was so distracted by seeing him in my bed, that it took me a second to respond. “Prove what?”
“Prove that it works. I want to see this dinosaur fired up.” He snagged the remote off my nightstand and wiggled it at me. “Unless, of course, you’re admitting to me that it doesn’t.”
I toed off my shoes. “All right, scootch over and I’ll show you.”
“No can do,” Matty argued.
I quirked a brow at him and set my hands on my hips. “And why not?”
“Because,” he argued, “men sleep near the door. That way, if anyone breaks in, we can deal with the attacker and protect our women from harm.”
“You’ve been in prison too long,” I grumbled.
However, his words, despite their archaic nature, made me feel safe and cared for. I did what he said and circled to the other side of the bed.
Climbing onto the mattress, I joked, “Hand me the remote so I can defend my TV’s honor.”
Matty obliged my request and I flicked on the power button. “See! It’s a fine specimen of craftsmanship despite its many years of service.”
“I stand corrected. This fossil has life in it yet,” he teased, pulling me comfortingly into the crook of his arm. “What are we watching?”
Clicking on the Netflix icon, I said, “Reruns of Suits. Don’t judge!” I warned him.
Kissing the top of my head, Matty said, “I wouldn’t dare.”
After two episodes, I had to pee. “You want a refill on your water?” I asked before setting up the third.
“I’ll get it. You go pee. I have to see what happens at the company dinner party,” he jested, before picking up my glass and heading off into the kitchen for our drinks.
When I returned, he was waiting for me. As I made to crawl over him, he wrapped his arms around my waist, flipped me onto my back, and pinned me beneath him.
“Matty!” I squealed, playfully trying to shove his muscular frame off of me. “I thought you said you couldn’t wait to find out what happens at the firm’s dinner party!”
“I’m easily distracted,” he explained, his big hand grasping both of mine and effortlessly pinning them above my head.
I giggled as he trailed his long fingers along my arm, then my rib cage. “Stop, I’m ticklish!” I declared, struggling beneath him as I dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
Because he was sandwiched so tightly against me, I could feel how my thrashing was affecting him. A bulge the size of a lead pipe began to grow against my stomach. Instantly, my panties grew moist, and I was squirming for a reason other than being ticklish. I was so turned on my heart began to race and my skin to prick with needles of excitement.
Matty rhythmically rocked against my mound, and I gasped with instant pleasure. Spreading my legs wider, he slipped in between them and began to kiss my neck.
Because my yoga pants were so form-fitting, I could feel all of him. And let’s just say, there was a lot to feel. He was enormous! Not that I had a lot to compare it to with my very limited experience, but I wasn’t raised in a convent. I knew what was normal. And like everything else in his life, Matty was definitely batting way above average.
Matty positioned himself so his erection was comfortably flush against his belly. This adjustment made it so he could rub even more smoothly against me. The new angle hit my sweet spot just right, and I sighed audibly with pleasure.
Using a free hand to unbuckle his pants allowed Matty more direct contact with my body. Shifting his weight onto his left palm, he began to stroke back and forth along my clit with the perfect amount of friction and pressure.
I was so near to coming, my muscles began to tense and bunch. My fingers gripped the sheets and my head rocked from side to side on my pillow.
“You like that, Babe?” he checked, dragging himself along my swollen cleft.
“Yes!” I moaned. “I’m so close, Matty. Don’t stop!”
He placed his hands atop the waistband of my yoga pants and began to tug them down my hips. “You think this feels good? Wait until I lick that pretty pussy of yours and really blow your mind.”
Wanting nothing more than to experience that little piece of heaven, I helped him drag my spandex down and off. Matty spread my thighs further apart, lowered himself to my juncture, pulled my panties to the side, and ran his nose along the seam of my sex.
Flushing pink at the intimacy of the act, he inhaled and softly kissed my mound. “You smell so good, Babe. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I forgot my shyness with the first swipe of his tongue. I’d never had a man go down on me before. I’d never felt comfortable enough to let him even try. But hell, I’d been missing out. This was amazing! Or maybe it was just that Matty was amazing at it. Either way, I was hooked and revved up after just one lick.
My hips bucked wildly as he picked up his speed. When he added a finger inside of me, I grunted loudly with need.
“That’s it,” Matty encouraged, adding a second finger with a little pressure. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight, Evie. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Your pussy is going to feel like a goddamned noose around my dick!”
When he started licking again, I thrust my fingers into his hair and held him tight against me. My core was like a tense knot about to come unraveled. When he added a third finger inside of my soaked passage, I blew.
My hips bucked and kicked as I skyrocketed into the stratosphere. Matty kept pace with me, never letting up on my clit. My heart beat nearly out of my chest as my mind swirled in and out of conscious thought. I’d never had one like it before, and I wondered dazedly if I ever would again.
Raising onto his knees, Matty shrugged out of his cut. His T-shirt followed. Finally, he reached for his boxers. My eyes traveled down his body and I swallowed hard. His physique was perfect. Toned and solid as granite. I’d never really cared one way or another about tattoos. But as soon as he bared his to me, I was their number one fan.
Matty’s ink was an amalgamation of color, intimate imagery, and geometric lines. In a single word. They were beautiful, just like him.
And then there was his cock. Oh my God! It was something to behold. Intimidating didn’t even begin to cover it. It was shaped like something out of a porno. Now I knew why he’d been using progressively more fingers as he’d eaten me out. He was preparing me for that huge tool between his legs that was going to take a lot of getting used to.
Having a moment of bravery, I reached out and ran a finger along the smooth, rigid flesh rising well beyond his belly button. Matty’s pelvis jerked forward and a puff of air hissed between his full lips.
“Take it in your hand,” he ordered, a harder side of him I’d never seen emerging. “I want to watch you jerk me off before I slide into you.”
With uncertainty, I wrapped my palm around his thickness. His girth was so great, my fingers didn’t touch. I gave his shaft an experimental pump and his eyes turned to icy embers.
“Go slow,” he advised. “It’s been a while and I don’t want to blow my load two strokes in!”
Nodding, I firmed up my grip but slowed down my pace. “Like that?” I checked, the register of my voice sounding much lower than usual.
“Yeah, Babe, exactly like that.” Bracing his hands on my shoulders, he began to take control and pulse his hips forward into the circle of my hand. “Fuck, Evie! I’d love for you to suck it, but I’d never make it inside of you if I even attempted that. I’m barely holding on as it is!”
His words made me feel powerful. Like a goddess. Just the thought of him inside my mouth was enough to make my channel clench with excitement.
“I’d like to taste you, too,” I said, wanting it so bad that saliva began to pool there with anticipation.
“Jesus, Babe! I’m hanging on by a thread! You can’t say things like that if you don’t want me to explode all over your tits. Lay on your back, I need inside of you or I’m going to lose it.”
I eagerly lay back and spread my thighs. Shaking, I said, “I’m ready.”
“Not yet you aren’t.” Matty slipped back between my thighs and looked into my eyes. “I need you to come again before it’s my turn.”
Sliding my soaking wet panties down my legs, he tossed them onto the floor. Curling his arms under my thighs, he settled back into place. He wasn’t gentle as he began to suck and lick me, and I didn’t want him to be. His tongue swirled fast and hard against my clit. It didn’t take long before he added his fingers and I was squirming with unspent tension. When he expertly rubbed the inside of my walls with his index finger, I reached the peak of the summit and plunged into my second, unreal orgasm of the night.
Before I could come down, Matty asked, “You on the pill, Babe?”
In a daze, I nodded. “Yeah. My mom got me on it as soon as I turned sixteen.”
He smiled big and kissed my lips. “I want to fuck you without a condom, Evie. You okay with that? I’m clean. Between prison and coming home, I’ve been tested half a dozen times.”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Yes. I trust you.”
* * *
Bishop
“I trust you.” I’d never been more turned on by three words in my whole life.
My cock was already an angry reddish purple, but it managed to harden even further and pulse excitedly at her innocent words.
Taking my dick in hand, I swiped it along her plump folds and lubed myself in her juices. A shiver of euphoria ran down my spine at the skin-to-skin contact. I had a rule when it came to women. I never rode bareback. But Evie was different. And I was willing to break it for her. To experience all of her, and let her experience all of me.
Edging into the tight ring of her flesh, I pressed forward slowly. Fuck that felt good! Lowering my lips to hers, I gently kissed her mouth and concentrated on not prematurely exploding like a goddamned newbie.
When I felt her begin to tense up, I slid back out. She wouldn’t be able to take me in all at once. I was going to have to work myself in that tight as fuck pussy of hers inch by torturous inch.
Lifting her legs around my waist, I angled her hips upwards and squeezed back inside. “Christ,” I hissed, barely able to stop myself from shaking with need. “You feel fucking amazing!”
Evie cinched her legs around my waist. “So do you. But I need more, Matty. Please! I want all of you.” She pumped her pelvis upward, forcing me to delve about halfway inside of her slick walls.
Her begging was the last straw. With one quick thrust, I seated myself all the way inside her moist heat. I swear, I stroked out for a second or two as I adjusted to the intense sensation.
For both of our sakes, I couldn’t move. Evie sharply inhaled with the force of my cock inside of her. The tight membranes of her cunt strangled my dick, threatening to make me detonate like an untried teenager before I’d even fully stroked once inside of her. Fuck me! I’d never experienced anything like it before.
Getting a hold of myself, I began to slowly withdraw from her heavenly sheath. Pistoning slowly back and forth, my teeth gnashed together with the Herculean effort I was taking to hold out from just letting loose and banging away.
Evie thrashed and moaned as I filled her with my cock. When she called out, “Matty, give me more. I can take it!” I broke down and gave in to my baser instincts.
“You want my cock, Babe?’ I pressed as her fingernails scraped desperately along the skin of my back.
“Yes!” she begged, and I fucking obliged.
My cock began to absolutely pummel her pussy. I knew tomorrow she’d be sore, but tonight she”d take it like a pro. Sawing in and out of her body, I went balls deep with each and every stroke. When she moaned my name, the floodgates unleashed, and I launched into a mind-blowing orgasm that could only be described as an out-of-body experience.
My hot seed shot-gunned out of my cock and filled Evie to the brim. Thick and hot, it dripped out of her channel, coating her thighs with a creamy sheen with every thrust.
After she’d milked me dry, I paused to collect myself. Realizing I had a death grip on Evie’s hips, I let go and rolled my weight to the side of her still-panting body.
When I thought she’d had adequate time to catch her breath, I asked, “You good, Babe?”
Her gaze was unfocused and dreamy when she looked at me. “Yeah. That was… intense,” she said in a raspy tone.
Leaning over, I gave her a slow, sensual kiss on the mouth. “Yeah. You can say that again. I’ve never come like that before.”
Evie searched my gaze to see if I was telling the truth or just telling her what she wanted to hear. “Me either,” she confessed.
“Come on,” I said, taking her by the hand. “I left you a mess. Let’s hop in the shower and I’ll help clean you up.”
Evie giggled. “You want to help clean me up?” she repeated.
“Yup. I’m especially good at getting those hard-to-reach places,” I teased, slapping her world-class ass as she got to her feet.
As much as my cock and I wanted to ravage Evie again in the shower, I was determined to be a good boy and only help scrub her back. When she winced when I was cleaning other parts of her, I knew I was going to have to be careful. I’d never been with a virgin before, but I knew the first time could be painful. I didn’t want Evie to get the impression I was only staying over to get laid. As hard as it was to back-burner my sex drive, which was always in full gear and something she personally helped catapult into overdrive, I managed to tamp it down some in the interest of keeping her in my life long-term.
I let Evie finish up in the bathroom when I went out to the kitchen to grab another glass of water. After what we’d just done, I was parched and had chugged both glasses on the bedroom nightstand.
I heard a knock at the front door as I refilled the first glass. Curious, I decided to answer it and see who would be visiting Evie’s apartment this late at night. Wearing nothing but boxers slung low around my hips, I strolled over and peeked through the keyhole.
I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes. It was John Becker, standing at my girl’s front door, holding a bouquet like a goddamned simp!